USR · 7 · 12:00–18:00

*música sureña*

I used to be a good boy...

Never did nobody wrong...

But the first time I saw you...

I cursed God and his poor son.

Yes I'm heading for the heat...

Each time you make my heart beat.

Every time I see your grin...

Can't keep my mind off of sin...

With a small swing of your hips...

... a big smile on your red lips...

I'm going to the heat down below...